This is where deductive reasoning comes into play
I cleaned the pit of hell that way my kitchen today. I have discovered that my illness and the mess are very related - like a revolving door. I couldn't smell how bad it was because I was sick, and it was so bad that it very well could have been making me sick. I found a pot I was certain was clean that was instead full of fur. The kind that grows on things. You know, black, icky, rot type fur. Not a good look, grandad. It's possible that this sort of thing, which sadly was not isolated to the one pot, may be contributing to my ongoing sinus respiratory issues. I know it wasn't helping. Meanwhile, it got that way because I honestly thought this stuff was clean because when I first got sick, I was so tired and ill that things were thrown about haphazardly - and when they began to smell, I never noticed, as my smeller is currently not functioning. What a mess. Thank God I don't let Trilby around all this. That's not an issue anymore though, since it's now clean again. And I worked on the laminate with the super pee killer stuff. Awesome, although it does reek of "I'm trying to cover the smell of dog pee" in my house. It's better than the alternative.
I spoke to a friend today who is sort of blue. I want to cheer her up, so I bought a lot of stuff for a care package at the mall. I'm pretty excited to get that in the mail. The BEST thing I found today though, was a silver paint pen that actually writes like a pen. Now, I can finally use my black stationary. I texted Damien to see if he was OK. He said he was fine, so I assume that means his mother didn't die. I've been talking to another old friend quite a bit lately. I have an affinity for crazy people I think. This was revealed as he advocated genocide against homeless people and welfare recipients. Yeah, I try to look at all sides, be objective, and have empathy for all . . . but, uh . . . genocide is kinda not okay guys. Just sayin'.
Yeah. I have nothing else new to report. I am looking forward to writing some letters tomorrow. I love mail. :-) If anyone who reads this (That means you Mae) wants to get mail from me, email me on here and I'll drop you a line. Seriously, this letter writing business is one of the best things I ever did for myself.
I spoke to a friend today who is sort of blue. I want to cheer her up, so I bought a lot of stuff for a care package at the mall. I'm pretty excited to get that in the mail. The BEST thing I found today though, was a silver paint pen that actually writes like a pen. Now, I can finally use my black stationary. I texted Damien to see if he was OK. He said he was fine, so I assume that means his mother didn't die. I've been talking to another old friend quite a bit lately. I have an affinity for crazy people I think. This was revealed as he advocated genocide against homeless people and welfare recipients. Yeah, I try to look at all sides, be objective, and have empathy for all . . . but, uh . . . genocide is kinda not okay guys. Just sayin'.
Yeah. I have nothing else new to report. I am looking forward to writing some letters tomorrow. I love mail. :-) If anyone who reads this (That means you Mae) wants to get mail from me, email me on here and I'll drop you a line. Seriously, this letter writing business is one of the best things I ever did for myself.